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Chapter 222 God-Forged Divine Armament!!! (Update 45 of 2 words)

"The Dragon's Works During the Shun Era"

As Hong Qitian looked at the two dark golden dragon shadows that swirled and danced on Fang Qingyu's arms, exuding ancient majesty, a trace of barely perceptible reminiscence and admiration flashed in his cloudy old eyes.

He put down the empty wooden box and dusted off his hands.

His tone carried a hint of disdain, yet it also revealed an undeniable pride:
"You naive kid! What two lines? These are gauntlets! Arm armor! Don't you understand? Just like the Dragon Sparrow's sword, they're divine weapons!"

“However,” Hong Qitian glanced at Fang Qingyu and slowly sat back down on the stone bench, “good things are also divided into different grades. Divine Armaments are divided into five levels.”

He held up five fingers and counted them off:

"First-tier, a spiritual weapon, it's somewhat interesting, but nothing special."

"Next, Xuanbing, that's what can truly be called 'armor'. Your Dragon Sparrow Slayer belongs to this category."

Fang Qingyu's heart stirred.

The power of the Dragon Sparrow Slaying Calamity is beyond doubt; it turns out that in the old man's eyes, it was only a second-tier Xuanbing-level weapon.

Hong Qitian paused, then pointed to the two small, dark golden dragons on Fang Qingyu's arm that seemed to be adapting to their new environment and occasionally emitting low, mournful roars. His tone became more serious:

"And your 'Shun Shi Long Gong' is a divine weapon crafted by the 'Long Gong' clan during the reign of Emperor Shun! It belongs to the third tier."

"God created it!"

"God-made?!" Fang Qingyu's pupils contracted slightly.

The era of Emperor Shun? The Longgong clan?
The name alone exudes antiquity and profoundness.

“Yes!” Hong Qitian nodded, a hint of longing flashing in his eyes. “Legend has it that Emperor Shun ordered the Dragon Craftsmen to collect copper from the First Mountain, melt it with the essence of the earth’s core, quench it in a ten-thousand-year-old cold pool, and draw upon the dragon energy of the nine heavens. It took ninety-nine years to create this arm armor! The Dragon Craftsmen clan is named after this, meaning ‘craftsmen who forge weapons for dragons.’ Its toughness is unparalleled, capable of withstanding divine weapons. Its strength is boundless, capable of moving mountains and filling seas! In ancient times, a member of the Dragon Craftsmen clan wielded this arm armor on the shores of the East Sea and repelled the rampaging Nine-Headed Xiangliu with a single punch!”

"Later," Hong Qitian said with a hint of regret, "the Ragnarok, when the world was in chaos, destroyed the foundation of this inheritance, burying it under the weight of time and the mire."

"Until King Mu of Zhou went on a westward tour, wandering all over the place, and ended up having a stroke of luck and stumbling into the Jade Pool Garden of the Queen Mother of the West."

The old man's lips curled into a subtle "you know what I mean" smile. "Anyway, when the Queen Mother of the West saw that the thing was pitifully broken, she used a strand of silk spun by the Kunlun Heavenly Silkworm as a catalyst to reconnect and reconnect the essence inside. That's how the two threads in your hands truly took their original form. They're quite rare!"

Hong Qitian slapped the simple box lid hard, making two clanging sounds: "So kid, your Dragon Sparrow is at best a 'fine' item, the kind that can be salvaged from the river of history, repaired, and still usable. The Shun Shi Dragon Craft I gave you was dug out from an ancient battlefield and personally enlightened by the Kunlun Fairy—a genuine divine creation! A level above it!"

Fang Qingyu was deeply moved and looked down at the two lifelike dark gold dragons on his arms.

Feeling the immense power and ancient, weathered will emanating from them, it was as if I had traveled through time and space and seen the figures of my ancestors who wielded these arm armors and shook mountains and rivers.

"God-level"

Fang Qingyu muttered to himself, "This quality far surpasses that of the Dragon Sparrow Slaying Calamity!"

"You brat, you got off easy!" Hong Qitian snorted irritably, then changed his tone, becoming more serious.

"Moreover, this Shun Shi Long Gong has already been developed to the second stage. In addition to the two main characteristics, it also has an extra life-saving ability!"

"Save my life!?" Fang Qingyu suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

For a martial artist walking on the edge of a knife, the ability to survive is more valuable than the ability to attack!
"Hmm." Hong Qitian nodded, holding up three fingers. "It can block one fatal blow from a third-tier expert! Remember, only once! And after blocking it, the arm armor itself will suffer a significant loss of energy, requiring a long time to recover. Don't use it recklessly unless it's a matter of life and death!"

Fang Qingyu's heart pounded wildly! He had withstood a fatal blow from a third-tier opponent.

This is practically like having an extra life!

Especially when facing an even stronger being in the future, this is absolutely a last resort and a lifeline.

"Understood!"

Fang Qingyu nodded vigorously, his tone extremely solemn.

He immediately focused his mind, immersing his consciousness in his arms to communicate with the two dark gold dragons, carefully sensing the two core characteristics bestowed upon him by Shun Shi Long Gong.

Characteristic 1: Dragon Power

His arms seemed to merge with the tendons of an ancient dragon, his muscles and bones increased dramatically, and his pure physical strength was amplified to the limit. Every punch he threw carried a heavy, dragon-like power, like a dragon or elephant trampling, breaking through armor and destroying cities!

Characteristic Two: Dragon-Entangling Force
Wherever the fist strikes, its momentum is like a coiled dragon, and the power of the fist technique doubles out of thin air!
Fang Qingyu carefully considered these two characteristics.

Dragon Force, a simple and brutal power amplification, combined with his already terrifying Nine Tribulations Body, is like adding wings to a tiger.

The Entangling Dragon Force greatly amplifies the power of fist techniques and will be a means of comprehensively enhancing combat strength.

In addition, there's the ability to save one's life.
A sense of indescribable satisfaction welled up in Fang Qingyu's heart.

This mission was worth it!

"Alright, alright, we got the stuff, now get lost!"

Seeing Fang Qingyu's obvious delight at the item, as if he wanted to perform a set of punches right there on the spot, Hong Qitian waved his hand impatiently, "Old man, I want to drink tea!"

Fang Qingyu didn't stand on ceremony and bowed deeply to Hong Qitian: "Thank you, sir!"

"Thank me, my foot! Just don't bother me again!"

Hong Qitian didn't even lift his eyelids as he picked up his teacup.

Fang Qingyu smiled, said no more, put the empty wooden box back on the table, turned around and strode away from the martial arts school.

Stepping out of the ancient street, the bustling atmosphere of the city hits you.

Fang Qingyu hailed a taxi at the street corner and gave them the address of the building.

As the car merged into the traffic, Fang Qingyu leaned back in the seat, feeling more relaxed than ever before.

Although Hong Qitian is sharp-tongued, he is indeed decisive in his actions.

Having accomplished an almost impossible task, he gave away his most treasured possession without hesitation.

This decisive and efficient style suited Fang Qingyu's taste perfectly.

However, Hong Qitian's seemingly impatient last admonition echoed clearly in Fang Qingyu's mind like a warning bell:
"Now that you have two divine weapons, you must understand the principle that 'a gentleman is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime.'"

Fang Qingyu's relaxed expression slowly faded, and his golden eyes gazed at the skyscrapers rushing past the car window, his gaze becoming deep and calm.

"Possessing a treasure is a crime."

Fang Qingyu silently pondered these four words.

Old Hong is right.

He has already made a name for himself within the "Abyss," and the Dragon Sparrow's Calamity has been exposed to the outside world.

Now, with the addition of the even higher-quality Shunshi Longgong.

The common man is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying a jade!
Those truly powerful forces, those hidden strongmen, those greedy cultists
What would they think?
A "fat sheep" who has just broken through to the second tier but possesses two powerful divine weapons?
The temptation is too great.

The risk is too great.

Fang Qingyu was very clear about his limits.

A three-star Dragon Fist Master, combined with the power of Dragon Transformation, Bloodlust, and Candle Walker, plus two divine weapons.

Fang Qingyu was confident that he could kill ordinary mid-stage second-tier cultivators, or even peak second-tier cultivators.

But what if they face a true Tier 3 powerhouse?

Even the weakest third tier represents another leap in the level of life, a qualitative difference.

The Shun Shi Long Gong that Elder Hong gave him can block one level three fatal attack, but only once!
After that, the arm armor became useless.

Moreover, if the other party is determined to kill him, he can be stopped once, but what about two or three times?

What about a siege?
Moreover, the enemy wouldn't be foolish enough to send someone of the same rank to their death.

Can someone of a higher level kill a mid-stage second-level cultivator?

Alright, next time we'll send someone at the high level of the second tier, or even the peak of the second tier!
Still not safe?

Then let the third-tier fighter make a move!

For those high-ranking figures who regard human life as worthless, eliminating a threat with great potential and valuable assets requires no regard for manners, nor does it involve any concern about "bullying the weak."

Faced with interests and threats, face is worthless.

"So, we still need to keep our trump cards hidden."

Fang Qingyu's eyes sharpened instantly, and he made a decision in his mind.

The dragon-making techniques of the Shun era must never be shown to others lightly.

The Dragon Transformation form should never be activated unless absolutely necessary!
The power of the torchbearer should be kept hidden!
These are his true trump cards, his trump cards for survival and turning the tide.

Either don't use it.

Once used…

Then we must ensure that everyone who sees it dies!
Not a single one should be left alive!
Only in this way can one conceal their strength to the greatest extent and protect themselves.

Having figured this out, Fang Qingyu felt relieved.

He closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair, and began to silently circulate the Crimson Bright Nine Revolutions Jade Scripture, soothing the injuries he had sustained in the battle within the "Abyss" and the wounds eroded by spatial energy.

Upon returning to the blessed land, Fang Qingyu did not immediately go back to the Bamboo Creek Courtyard, but instead went to the training ground first.

From afar, one could hear the crisp sound of blades slicing through the air and the chilling aura emanating from within the arena.

Upon entering the training field, one could see Wei Banmeng dressed in a plain white training uniform, her figure shifting and moving in the center of the field.

The Xuan Chi Twin Blades in her hands transformed into two icy blue streaks, sometimes darting like snakes spitting their tongues, cunning and unpredictable, and sometimes sweeping like a cold tide, freezing everything in their path.

He exuded an aura completely different from before.

It remains cool and serene, yet more harmonious, as if it has subtly blended with the surrounding air, light, and even temperature.

Each swing of the sword caused tiny ice crystals to condense and disperse in the air.

This is a manifestation of having reached a higher level of control over one's own power after successfully entering the realm of martial arts grandmaster, and beginning to resonate with the power of heaven and earth.

"Congratulations, you have achieved the aura of a grandmaster."

Fang Qingyu stepped forward and offered his congratulations with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Wei Banmeng sheathed her sword, the icy blue sword aura dissipating. Her cool face now held a hint of radiance from a breakthrough, and she nodded to Fang Qingyu: "Yes, I've just stabilized. Thank you for your advice."

"A suggestion?" Fang Qingyu was taken aback.

A rare, faint blush rose to Wei Banmeng's fair face. Her eyes darted away, and her voice lowered slightly: "It's just... bringing an extra set of clothes... is really useful. When I broke through, deep in the permafrost... well, it was quite a commotion, and my clothes..."

Fang Qingyu understood instantly. His lips twitched involuntarily, but he suppressed a laugh and waved his hand seriously: "Ahem, it's nothing, just some experience. I'm glad it can help."

It seems that Wei Banmeng also experienced a similar baptism of divine might when she broke through.

And they didn't even manage to keep their clothes. This advice was indeed quite practical. Wei Banmeng seemed unwilling to dwell on this awkward topic and quickly changed the subject: "By the way, Senior Brother Chu and Senior Brother Lu have already entered the 'Abyss,' and they also want to seize the last few days to break through to the Grandmaster realm."

Fang Qingyu nodded. With the two of them's accumulated experience, as long as they found the right opportunity, a breakthrough would be a natural outcome.

"The battle for the spots will begin in three days." Wei Banmeng's tone became serious. "There are quite a few people breaking through this time, including 'Absolute Sword' Jing Wuyai, 'Mysterious Yin Finger' Liu Hanyan, 'Immovable King' Shi Kong, and several other disciples from aristocratic families who have been kept hidden away."

"The competition will be more intense than expected."

"Especially Jing Wuyai, it is said that the wind phenomena he triggered when he broke through to the Silent Wind Valley were extremely vast, and he has probably already mastered the 'Silent Extinction Sword Intent'."

She listed several names and characteristics, clearly having done her homework on her competitors.

However, Fang Qingyu remained unusually calm, even indifferent, as he listened to these names that would have aroused alarm in the eyes of others.

"Oh, I see."

Fang Qingyu responded with a faint "yes".

It's not arrogance, but absolute self-confidence.

Even if Jing Wuyai's sword intent of wind is strong, it can't outpace his Thunderous Shadow Escape.

How can you break through his Nine Tribulations Body defense?
No matter how tricky Liu Hanyan's Xuan Yin Finger is, can it stop his Thunderous World-Burning Slash, which has been fused with the Bone-Eating Thunder?

Or perhaps the Nine Hells Break Through the Limit?
Relying solely on the three-star Dragon Fist Master, Dragon Blood Transformation
Fang Qingyu's current strength is already on a completely different level from these newly broken-through grandmasters.

For him, the biggest suspense in this battle for the spot is not whether he can get the captain's spot, but how he can do it and how much strength he can use.

What really gave Fang Qingyu a headache was the issue of team member quotas.

Jiang Wei definitely needs to take a place.

But what about the other spots?

Fang Qingyu originally wanted to invite Wei Banmeng, Chu Kuanglan, and Lu Jiuyuan, his partners who had fought alongside him all the way.

Judging from their current demeanor, they all seem to be holding back, wanting to rely on their own strength to compete for the captain's position and become the core of the special team.

Fang Qingyu understood their pride and aspirations, so he didn't extend an invitation.

Really can't do
That means you can only team up with two people.

Fang Qingyu was confident, even if it was just him and Jiang Wei.

Their combat strength is absolutely lacking.

"You seem very confident?" Wei Banmeng asked, looking at Fang Qingyu's calm expression.

She could sense the absolute confidence beneath Fang Qingyu's calm demeanor; it wasn't feigned.

Fang Qingyu smiled but didn't answer directly. He simply said, "Do your best. Senior Sister Wei, you should also prepare well. I look forward to seeing your brilliance in the competition."

Wei Banmeng gave him a deep look and nodded: "Yes, likewise."

After exchanging a few more words, Fang Qingyu bid farewell and left the training ground, heading towards the Bamboo Creek Courtyard.

Pushing open the bamboo fence gate of Zhuxi Courtyard, the familiar rustling of bamboo leaves filled the air.

Jiang Wei was sitting on a stone bench in the courtyard, holding her precious tablet, her small body curled up, watching with great interest.

A funny cartoon was playing on the tablet. The exaggerated sound effects and comical visuals made the little girl's lips curl up slightly, and a hint of a smile appeared in her clear eyes.

As soon as Fang Qingyu stepped into the courtyard, Jiang Wei raised her head and scanned him, seemingly checking on his recovery.

Seeing that Fang Qingyu's face was normal and her breathing was steady, she lowered her head again and continued watching her cartoon, only her small mouth twitched almost imperceptibly, as if to say, "It's good that you're alright."

Fang Qingyu smiled at her and walked straight to his room.

"I'm going back to my room to rest for a while."

"Hmm," Jiang Wei mumbled without looking up.

Fang Qingyu closed the door, sat cross-legged on the bed, and did not immediately begin healing or cultivation.

Instead, he slowly closed his eyes and looked at the clues on the diagram.
It only took a few seconds.

"Sister."

In the courtyard, Jiang Wei, whose eyes were crinkling with laughter and whose little shoulders were trembling slightly, was amused by a funny scene in an animated film when her laughter suddenly stopped.

She suddenly raised her head, her clear eyes instantly locking onto Fang Qingyu's tightly closed door.

Her little brows furrowed tightly, and with a lollipop in her mouth, she muttered something under her breath, a sound only she could hear:

"Did you go to see your older sister again?"

Fang Qingyu sat cross-legged on the bed, his mind focused, and his thoughts decisively activated the cold prompt on the diagram:
Should I choose to advance my career?

"Yes!"

A confirmed idea is like a stone thrown into a deep pool.

boom--! ! !
A familiar, soul-crushing sense of temporal and spatial disorientation descended instantly.

I do not know how long it has been.

The frantic pulling sensation vanished abruptly.

The awareness is deeply rooted in reality.

The ground beneath my feet felt like cold, hard rock.

Before me lay that ancient, desolate, dark void.

The rough, rustic stone table stands quietly.

Behind the stone table, on that solitary stone chair, sat a figure wearing a twelve-tasseled black jade crown and a dark night-colored robe, like an unchanging sculpture.

Fang Qingyu was certain.

Fortunately, this "older sister" did not refuse his return visit because of the previous "deal".

Fang Qingyu tried to move, but his body was still as if it were cast into the rock, unable to move even a finger, and his throat was completely sealed by an invisible force, unable to make a sound.

Only his gaze could still move with difficulty.

All attention could be focused on the presence on the stone chair.

However, this time, Fang Qingyu keenly sensed that behind the jade tassels of the crown, a pair of eyes that seemed to contain an endless river of time were falling on him.

More accurately, it comes down to the "gift" he brought.

A sense of anticipation rose in Fang Qingyu's heart.

The origin of space!

Shouldn't you be satisfied this time? You can't still complain, can you?
really!

The figure on the stone bench moved.

She slowly stood up from the cold stone chair.

The entire dark void seemed to hum silently as she rose.

The magnificent robes swept across the ground, carrying with them a rhythmic cadence that seemed to crush the stars.

He took a step, the movement seemingly slow, yet it seemed to traverse the distance of space; with just one step, he appeared silently in front of Fang Qingyu.

That cool and vast fragrance once again entered Fang Qingyu's senses.

This time, Fang Qingyu clearly "felt" that the faint sense of "disdain" from the other party had disappeared.

Although the face beneath the crown was still unclear, that gaze seemed to carry a kind of approving scrutiny.

Or rather, it is an affirmation of the value of this "sacrifice".

Fang Qingyu's heart beat slightly faster.

Zhulong slowly raised his flawless, jade-white right hand.

In her slender, fair palm, there was not nothing, but rather a ball of "light" that could not be precisely described in words.

That was not light in the ordinary sense.

It's more like a transparent space that has been forcibly folded!

Countless fine spatial folds, invisible to the naked eye, are created, destroyed, and recombined within it, forming a contradictory state that is both extremely stable and extremely violent.

It emanated spatial fluctuations, yet was firmly bound to the small space in the palm of the hand by an incomprehensible great force, like a miniature prototype of space.

The white light is merely its most outward appearance; within lies a profound and unsettling darkness and nothingness.

This is the "partial spatial origin" that Fang Qingyu offered, which is now manifesting its most authentic form in the hands of Zhulong!
Zhulong's gaze seemed to linger on this "spatial cube" for a moment, with an almost playful scrutiny.

Her slender fingertips gently caressed the invisible folds, her movements elegant and casual, as if she were playing with a novel toy.

The essence of space gently shifted its form at her fingertips, emitting a melodious sound like glass shattering and reforming.

Fang Qingyu held his breath.

There was only one thought in my mind.

Become!

The next moment, Zhulong stopped moving.

She stopped playing with the spatial origin and instead slightly raised her eyes. Her deep gaze seemed to pierce through the jade tassels and landed on Fang Qingyu once more.

Immediately afterwards, under Fang Qingyu's unsuspecting gaze.

Zhulong held the folded and compressed spatial essence to its extreme and stretched out his left hand.

Instead of pointing her left hand at Fang Qingyu's brow, she naturally and with an unquestionable air pinched Fang Qingyu's chin!

A cold and powerful force instantly imprisoned his head.

Fang Qingyu didn't even have time to react.

Although in fact he was unable to react.

He could only watch helplessly as that perfect hand pried open his mouth.

Then, Zhulong pinched the ball of "white light" that emitted terrifying spatial fluctuations between his right thumb and forefinger.

The movements were precise and direct.

It was stuffed into Fang Qingyu's mouth!
(End of this chapter)